“Imaginary Bird” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film in Rome Featuring Poet Charles Bukowski Directed By Alex Soloviev.

Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Alex Soloviev

Music by Jimmy Svensson / Artlist

Poem Read by: Tom O’Bedlam

“This poem is quite personal. It took much time to find way to visualize it. Dark and light parts of this video have a very special meaning.

We don our masks and our everyday armor, afraid of being found out. Afraid of being taken less seriously, as if happiness were a stain in our otherwise pristine, unbreakable facade. We hide our real selves away – our weak points and vulnerabilities. Until the time we can finally be ourselves again. Until we can finally breathe again. When no one else is looking.

The fact that from around a million to 5 millions of starlings choose the city of Rome as their wintering ground might appear as a blessing or just inspiration when you observe it. It remains one of the world’s greatest natural phenomena.”

“What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.” There might be times when people think that travelling ain’t for them. It requires a lot of organization with a pinch of spontaneity (or two pinches or as you like it), it hides its attraction in a lot of unexpected turns and sometimes even leads to unknown whereabouts but, finally, it moves you deeply and you fall in love with it irrevocably. There might be times when people fail to find will and determination to do something new or take a new step into the unknown. Nonetheless, you always should keep in mind that tomorrow is a new day. If you are ever at the crossroads, dare to do more than just sleeping on it, go to the desert(s), listen to its silence, take a deep breath and everything will appear to you as it is. There might be times when you doubt yourself, but there are answers to all your questions – just don’t be too timid to ask for them.”

Where is the beginning of thisWhere is the endWhy are you hereWhat is your life about anyway.

Try to look deep inside and ask yourselfWho are you?What is it you are seeking for?

“Edge of the Sea is a love poem by Marlin Ray for the wilderness coast of California.”

“Edge of the Sea” by Marlin Ray

Soft dust wraps us in its rough embrace, sea salt air dense with water. Sunrise sea change embraces the bluedirt gives from the earthsoft kelp sleeveand urchin wrap. crayfish covering and grey waves. For these I sing my song. Seaweed circusof youthful shouts bottomless marine worldof chance and glee. The quiet line of breaking ocean, for these I sing my song. Hills slide to the edge of the sea always fitting perfectly. Everywhere the colors shout and twist making joy and rain. for these we sing our song.

“Video poem made in a abandoned wool factory in Portugal for the museum of Guarda by Pat van Boeckel and Peter van der Pol.”

“Build Me A Cottage” by Fernando Pessoa

Build me a cottage deepIn a forest, a simple, silent home, Like a breath in a sleep,Where all wish may be never to roamAnd a pleasure all smallness may keep. A palace high then build,With confusion of lights and of rooms, A strange sense to yield,Whither my desire from the cottage’s gloomsMay go, to return, unfulfilled. Then dig me a grave,That what cottage nor palace can give I at length may have,That the weariness of all ways to liveMay cease like the last of a wave.

Oh ocean preceding us, your fearsHad coral and beaches and forests to them.Were the night and fog unveiled,The past’s storms and mystery,The Afar would blossom, and the starlit SouthShine resplendent on the ship of initiation.

Austere line of the distant coastUpon the ship’s approach, the slope of the land risesIn trees with nothingFar about them;Closer by, the earth opens up in sounds and colours

And upon landing there are birds and flowersWhere from afar there was only an abstract line.The dream is to see the invisibile formsOf imprecise distances, and, with sensitiveMovements of hope and will,To seek out in the cold line of the horizonThe tree, the beach, the flower, the bird, the fountainThe much-deserved caresses of Truth.

“Sonja is a poetic portrayal of the story of the sightless artist Sona Zeliskova, who despite adverse fate found her life journey in art and ceramics

The film experiments with audio-visual components to recount Sona’s unique story. Combining a documentary, narrative and poetic approach, this short film attempts to depict the real-life story via poetic language.

We used special infrared technology, in order to achieve a surrealistic black-and-white visual. The unique picture thus emerged purely in-camera without the use of post-production.

Sona carries a one-of-a-kind story of a lifetime struggle, overcoming obstacles while flourishing her love for art. At the age of 13, she was diagnosed with diabetes. At 26, right by the birth of her son, she completely lost her sight. At age of 39, nevertheless, she has found her life purpose and passion for ceramics and became a successful artist. Today, Sonia runs ceramics courses, lectures at conferences and has become a life inspiration for many others.”

“The Laughing Heart” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film In Morocco Featuring Charles Bukowski Poem Directed By Nacho Jáuregui.

Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Nacho Jáuregui

Cinematography by: Izhan Galiana
Music by: Ryan Taubert

Narrated by: Tom O’Bedlam

“A few months ago, a friend and I went to discover Morocco for a personal project. It was an amazing experience for both of us, and some of the witnessed places were breathtaking. I’m pretty sure that I’ll be back sooner or later.

So, with some of the images that we recorded, I made this little tribute to Mr. Charles Bukowski and his poem ‘The Laughing Heart’. And, of course, to my colleague Izhan, who’s being a fellow companion these last couple of years. For more adventures like this!”

“The Laughing Heart” by Charles Bukowski

your life is your lifedon’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.be on the watch.there are ways out.there is a light somewhere.it may not be much light butit beats the darkness.be on the watch.the gods will offer you chances.know them.take them.you can’t beat death butyou can beat death in life, sometimes.and the more often you learn to do it,the more light there will be.your life is your life.know it while you have it.you are marvelousthe gods wait to delightin you.

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"...underneath the young gray dawn,
a multitude of dense, white fleecy clouds,
were wandering in thick flocks along the mountains,
shepherded by the slow, unwilling wind." From "Prometheus Unbound" by Percy Bysshe Shelley